"...Butler. Your master calls you."
Where there was nothing one moment, by the next that had changed, the call of the lord answered. Appearing out of thin air without so much as a sound or show in front of his lord's throne, facing him from the right, the loyal servant inclined his head to him.
"Milord." He said simply, announcing his arrival with a pleasant, reverent tone.
His burning eyes shone from his throne, as he focused upon his servant.
"There are intruders at our gates. I leave the situation to your discretion."
Reclining further, the lord contemplated for a moment before speaking again.
"...It is cold outside. I desire a spot of 'hot chocolate', as they call it," His voice was quiet, as befitting a nobleman of his stature - even though it was shown that his savage streak was stell resting within. "...The Parisian, I think, will do nicely."
Butler lifted his head, facing his master's mighty gaze with professionalism. His one visible eyesocket glinted with mirth. Truly, his lord bled kingly demeanor from his every pore. He would have to answer that highest of presences with results worthy of it, as always.
"Of course, Lord Vlad. Please wait a few moments." The inhuman servant said. And with a quick bow, he was gone.
"It's too quiet."
The lone male voice echoed in the empty entrance hall of the castle with a note of trepidation. Its owner clacked his fangs together as he searched for anything
out of place, anything that could show he and his compatriots were being expected. The lack of any defense had tipped off his alarms, but such was not the same for the others.
"Don't be a coward," a female vampire carrying a sword over her shoulder answered, overtaking his step. "We're armed to the teeth, and there isn't supposed to be anyone in this castle except for the master."
"There's a fine line between cowardice and caution, and the corpses outside inspire both." He retorted, standing in the same place as more bloodsuckers geared for battle entered through the gate behind him.
Another, younger looking vampire scuttled up to his side and patted his shoulder before speaking. "I'll scout ahead for our mark. We won't be surprised."
"I hope not."
The female vampire growled at him from the base of the great carpeted stairs. "Quiet, you're ruining my groove. Just ready your spells and - "
The heavy main door slammed shut, cutting off the leader of the intruders. Nine heads snapped towards it, to find nothing there. The female bloodsucker's boby tensed, gripped the handle of her sword tighter, and made to turn with her whole body. But faster than alarm translated into reaction, hands grabbed her head from behind.
Her neck snapped to the side, prompting a choked gurgle as the body twitched once from the head down.
Someone started yelling. "What the fu -"
In an instant, Butler flexed his joints and kicked the slumping body with superhuman force. Bones cracked and lifeless organs burst in a single disarmonious note as the vampire went flying. One of the vampires barely managed to dodge the high speed mass - the one behind him was slammed into the gate with the body of his former leader, impacting in a crushing sound.
Butler resumed a casual stance as the two corpses fell to the floor.
The vampire mage reacted, whipping his hands in Butler's direction as he began to concentrate magic, just as one of the grunts lept at him.
The vampire roared, but claws reached only air, uselessly. Without time to adjust, his arm was suddenly grabbed and twisted behind him. In a flash, Butler pulled the vampire to him in an iron grip, his other arm sneaking under and over the intruder's to force his head forward by applying pressure on the back of the neck.
The mage hesitated, but the others who had pulled guns opened fire. Butler chuckled as his shield was filled with hot lead, manuevering it so not a single bullet grazed him. When the smoke settled, the vampire's corpse fell to the floor, and Butler was gone.
A step echoed on stone, and the vampires spun around to find the butler in front of the main gate. They backstepped and raised their arms once again. The vampires held their ground silently, perhaps too fearful to make more unexpected moves. Butler's single eye shone ominously in the dark, peering at the guests as he spoke.
"Greetings. I am Butler. Custodian of the Ordo Dracul, keeper of this castle, and personal servant of Lord Vlad. My duties include cooking, cleaning, paperwork, and taking out the trash
He adjusted his gloves with a snap. And a rain of ice came flying at him in response. With impossible agility, he danced through the projectiles, dashing at the mage. Two of the remaining vampires attempted to intercept him, far too slowly. He dodged the punch of one and flipped the other bodily through the air; the mage tossed another bolt of magic in desperation, for it to wheeze past where Butler's head was a second before.
Inside the vampire's guard, Butler kicked up. Flesh and bone torn, and the mage's head flew off his shoulders like a rugby ball.
While Butler slowly put his foot down, the skull rebounded off the floor several times before it rolled to a halt. Three of the remaining five vampires decided to run.
With a small jump in space, he stepped into one's path, drew a sword from the armor hung near the wall, and decapitated him. Before the other one could go further, he flung the weapon at her retreating back, impaling her against the ground. The one he had flipped into the air was still attempting to get up, and so he simply walked up to him and crushed his head beneath his foot.
The only one left was the vampire of young adult appearance who had offered himself to scout, taking a hesitant step back every time Butler took one towards him, shaking incoherently. Until he hit a wall. Butler's eyes smiled.
Working more on fear than anything else, the young vampire put all the power he could into his legs, and jumped over Butler's head, across the entire hall, towards the window directly in front of him.
But his momentum stopped in mid-air, a hand of steel grabbing his head from behind.
"I just fixed that window yesterday." Butler said simply, and pulled them both down into the stone floor.
For a fleeting moment, the vampire's expression changed from terror to despair, but then he felt only pain.
Humming a tone, Butler checked his silver pocketwatch. Three minutes had passed by. Nodding to himself at the creamy appearance of the drink, he stopped stirring the hot chocolate, laid it on the silver tray he had prepared and revealed the biscuits he had added to it.
Hanging a handkerchief on his arm, he picked up the tray and promptly vanished from the kitchen.
Exactly five minutes and fifty two seconds after he had departed, Butler reappeared at his master's side. With a slight bow, he deposited the tray with the parisian hot chocolate and the biscuits on the table propped up to the left of Vlad's throne.
"Here is your beverage, sir." Butler said, hefting the remaining burden he was carrying as he moved to face the front of the throne.
Dumping the broken form of the last remaining intruder at the lord's feet, he stomped on the vampire's back, drawing out a gasp of pain and reawakened fear. The loyal servant lowered his head.
"I guessed you might wish to have words with one, my lord", he spoke, raising his gaze. "The others are unable to speak."